Vanillaroma - Pickpocket

Gotta find a way to explain
Without sounding cliche
That I'm the one that I hate
That I'm the one I wish the sun would cause to disintegrate
Think I'm a little too late to be playing this game
Without knowing the rules.
Oh I'm gonna lose.
I think I'm gonna lose my last dollar
To an orange tip revolver
To a pickpocket
Unconcerned with my wallet
And I'll quit talking
And ignore all the karma
That I still don't get
Wanna die like a lawyer
Leave my kids something
I spend
Way too much time
Thinking
Bout' all the ways I'm
Sleeping
I'm wasting my life
Dreaming dreams I can't remember
It's all bullshit
You got motives for sending your well wishes
Bet you'll use me up
Forget me like I'm chapstick
Hope my lip splits and I hemorrhage
Like an oil spill
Hope it feels good to be right
Hope it feels good
Hope it feels good to be right
I hope it feels good
Hope it feels good to be right
Hope it feels good
Hope it feels good to be right
I hope it feels good
Hope it feels good
Bet I'm buried in my sleep
In an unmarked grave
Bet I'm dying alone
With a smile on my face
It's the end of the world
and I couldn't care less
Probably do what I'm told
By the idiots
I bet that I'll deserve
Everything that I get
Bet I'll try to pick a fight
With my dying breathe
Hope it feels good to be right
Hope it feels good to be right
Hope it feels good to be right
Hope it feels good
It's all bullshit
You got motive for sending your well wishes
Bet you'll use me up
Forget me like I'm chapstick
Hope my lip splits and I hemorrhage
Like an oil spill
Hope it feels good to be right
Hope it feels good
Hope it feels good to be right
I hope it feels good
Hope it feels good to be right
Hope it feels good
Hope it feels good to be right
I hope it feels good
Hope it feels good

Written by:
Vanilla Roma

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